| She:
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| Oh why do the leaves
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| Of the Mulberry tree
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| Whisper differently now
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| And why is the nightingale singing
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| At noon on the Mulberry bow
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| For some most mysterious reason
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| This isn’t the garden I know
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| No it’s paradise now
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| That was only a garden
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| A moment ago
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| He:
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| Take my hand
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| I’m a stranger in paradise
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| All lost in a wonderland
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| A stranger in paradise
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| If I stand starry-eyed
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| That’s a danger in paradise
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| For mortals who stand beside
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| An angel like you
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| I saw your face
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| And I ascended
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| Out of the commonplace
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| Into the rare
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| Somewhere in space
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| I hang suspended
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| Until I know
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| There’s a chance that you care
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| Won’t you answer the fervent prayer
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| Of a stranger in paradise
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| Don’t send me in dark despair
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| From all that I hunger for
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| But open your angel’s arms
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| To the stranger in paradise
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| And tell him
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| That he need be A stranger no more
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| She:
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| I saw your face
|
| And I ascended
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| Out of the commonplace
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| Into the rare
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| Both:
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| Somewhere in space
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| I hang suspended
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| She:
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| Until I know
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| He:
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| Till the moment I know
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| She:
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| There’s a chance that you care
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| He:
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| There’s a chance that you care
|
| She:
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| Won’t you answer the fervent prayer
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| Of a stranger in paradise
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| He:
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| Don’t send me in dark despair
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| From all that I hunger for
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| Both:
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| But open your angel’s arms
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| To the stranger in paradise
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| And tell me that I may be A stranger no more. |